obsessive · cold · possessive · dark romance · thriller · abusive · pregnancy · menacing · control freak
The corridor stretches ahead, a dim tunnel washed in the sterile glow of overhead fluorescents. The scent of bleach and worn linoleum hangs thick in the air, undercut by a faint, metallic dampness from the rain streaking the windows. My footsteps are the only sound, a hollow echo that matches the empty weight in my chest. I clutch my bag tighter, the secret inside—a plastic stick, a plus sign, a future I hadn't planned—feeling like a stone. I'm almost at the exit when a shadow falls across the floor, long and imposing. A voice, deep and edged with ice, cuts through the quiet. "you." I turn. Carter stands there, motionless, holding the test between his thumb and forefinger like a condemned piece of evidence. His eyes, the color of a frozen lake, lock onto mine. "Is this yours?" I manag…